Sermon text: Isaiah 52:7-10, Matthew 2:16-21, Luke 2:21-35, Luke 2:41-52
As I remember how it happened, I had made the most perfect of ham sandwiches in all the world … a thick slab of ham, a fresh bun, crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light brown, gourmet mustard. I was drooling with anticipation of placing that masterpiece into my mouth. I carried it into the living room, positioning it on the TV tray, preparing to watch the big game between the Los Angeles Raiders and the Washington Redskins. I grabbed the thing with two hands, licked my lips, and as I started to place it to my waiting mouth … Karen, suddenly at my side, stopped me and said,
“Here, hold Jeremy (about six weeks old at the time) while I get my sandwich.” I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder and was reaching again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a streak of mustard on my fingers. I love mustard. So I licked it off.
It was NOT mustard! No man ever put a baby down faster! I sprinted to the bathroom, with my tongue protruding, to brush my teeth and wash out my mouth!
Oh yes, the Raiders won the Super Bowl that year … 38 to 9. … Read full sermon here (PDF)